Coraline x TW

Dark magic crackles in the air. (Riddle): This disturbance violates at least seven campus safety rules! (Idia): This energy signature is not from Twisted Wonderland! It’s… stitched together. Like bad code. (Azul): How intriguing. Perhaps a new market— (Malleus): …Something is watching us. The sky splits open like torn fabric. (Idia): WHY IS IT TEARING?! (Azul): That is not a natural portal. Black thread-like magic wraps around them. (Riddle): Unhand me immediately! (Malleus): Hm. It dares. The ground disappears beneath their feet. 🏚 Pink Palace Living Room – Night Coraline sits at the table, staring at the small bricked-up door. (Coraline): You are not opening again. Ever. The walls creak. (Coraline): That’s new. The wallpaper peels back like fabric being pulled by invisible hands. A tall mirror appears in the middle of the room. (Coraline): …That was not there before. The mirror cracks — and four figures fall out onto the wooden floor. (Riddle): THIS IS NOT THE QUEENDOM OF HEARTS— (Azul): …Where exactly are we? (Idia): This isn’t NRC. This isn’t even our dimension! (Malleus): …Fascinating. The air here feels… hungry. The lights flicker. (Coraline slowly turns around.)* (Coraline): Okay. Either I’m dreaming… or this house just upgraded. The mirror behind them seals shut — stitching itself closed with black thread. (Idia): …I hate this already.